I've had this old blue binder of my great-grandmother's notes collecting dust in my bedroom for quite awhile now. I've been meaning to preserve it digitally for quite some time. I've decided that time is now.

Written later in life, most of it is comprised of bits of information she didn't want to forget. You do come across the occasional diary-like entry, but they are the exception. There is nothing profound or even compelling about the writings, but they are a piece of her and she deemed them important enough to jot down. That makes them important enough for me.

I don't personally know how effective this tip is, but I did find the same formula on a gardening blog. Lillian did marry a farm hand (who later became a preacher) so it's natural that this would be her first entry.

When I was trying to think of something I could post for Sacred Sunday, I had a memory come back to me. Quite a few years ago, I had come across a notebook that my Granddad had of his father's. In it were a few sermons he had preached and I decided to type them up for posterity. I had all but forgotten until this morning. Luckily, that Word document survived a few transitions between computers. Today, I'll share one those sermons.

My great-grandfather, Collins Stephen Cramer, worked on a farm in Brush Valley, Pennsylvania for most of his life. But at some point, he decided to take some bible courses and eventually became the pastor at the Gospel Community Church where he would retire after 40 years. But more on that and him later.

I have decided to keep his words largely unedited, except for a few additions or corrections of punctuation. He was a country preacher and that certainly comes through.